Chapter 10
Much against her wishes, Sandra was enrolled in the school classes.
"I know you'd rather stay in the suite and play," the superior told her, "but you have to get an education. You won't be here forever, you know, and the day will come when you'll have to work for a living."
"I don't care," Sandra protested, "I'll find a rich old man who likes to beat bums. I'll make him marry me and I won't have to work."
"Somehow, dear," the woman said with a smile, "I have a feeling you'll do just that, but you are still going to get an education, starting tomorrow morning."
Sandra began to cry in anger and frustration and the woman got up and went into her bedroom. When she returned, she carried a swishy punishment cane in her right hand.
"Oh Mummy," Sandra cried out at the sight of her, "I'm sorry I made you angry."
"You are going to be a lot sorrier, my girl. My cane is going to teach you a lesson in self control," the nun told her, her face stern to match her tone.
Throwing herself onto her knees at the woman's feet, Sandra hugged her hips and raised her tear filled eyes to look up at the woman's stern countenance.
"I'm sorry, Mummy, I'm sorry," she repeated Over and over.
"Get up, Sandra and strip naked," the woman told her, firmly. "I'm not playing this time. I'm going to teach you to accept life without babyish crying. My cane is going to give you something to cry about."
Sobbing, her fingers trembling, Sandra stood and began undressing. When only her garter belt and nylons remained, she stopped. The cane swished and burned her right hip.
"I said naked, Sandra," the woman told her, "strip those things off at once."
Crying, Sandra unhooked her garter belt and peeled her nylons off. Pointing with the cane, the nun told her to bend over and grip the arms of the chair.
The cane swished and drew a bright red line across her right buttock. Sandra was still wailing from that one when it flashed again and cut across her left.
While Sandra danced, her weight shifting from foot to foot, her feet pounding the carpeted floor, the cane continued to swish, painting its red lines over her buttocks, hips and thighs. When the woman finally dropped the cane to signal the end of Sandra's punishment, the girl's buttocks were a network of red, fiery lines and there were other, more painful ones on her hips and the backs and side. of her thighs.
Picking the crying girl up, the woman carried her to the bedroom, put her down gently on the bed, then went to her dresser for a jar of lotion that would ease the sting and help the lines fade more quickly.
The hand that had been so cruel with the cane in it was suddenly as gentle as an angel's kiss as she rubbed the lotion all over the beaten area of the tender young body. Gradually, Sandra's crying and sobbing passed.
"I punished you as you deserved, Sandra," the nun told her. "In doing so, I demonstrated my love for you. Roll over onto your back now and I'll demonstrate it in another way."
Her face tear streaked, the girl rolled over. Gentle hands raised and parted her legs and the nun, licking her lips, brought her mouth down onto the soft, warm vulva, drawing a different kind of a cry from the wildly aroused girl.
After much kissing and licking around her crotch, the woman held her with both hands and went on to perform cunnilingus, bring Sandra to a strong, satisfying climax.
Sandra went to class in the morning without protest. She resented having to do so, but knew better than to let it show. She had always been a good student and knew she would have no trouble in that department.
The teacher, Sister Grace, introduced her to the class. They knew of her, knew she was Mother Superior's pet. If any of them resented her for it, they showed no sign of it.
"In class," Sister Grace pointed out to them, "Sandra will be the same as the rest of you. When she deserves to be punished, she will be punished in the same way all of you are. I want you all to be friends, is that clear?"
A chorus of voices assured her that it was, and Sandra took an unoccupied seat in the front row, directly facing the teacher's desk. As the nun sat, Sandra was surprised to see her pull her robe high above her knees.
She wore black nylons, and as she sat with her knees apart, displayed luscious thighs and the crotch of black nylon panties. Sister Grace, she decided, was going to make school very stimulating indeed.
The nun read off the results of the tests of the previous day, then read the demerit points of those who had flunked it.
"That puts you, Ruth and Ethel," she went on, "over the top in demerit points. You will come to the front of the room now for your strappings."
In the village school Sandra had attended, students were strapped on the hands for various infractions, but she had a hunch things would be quite different in this school.
That was quickly confirmed as the two girls stood beside the teacher's desk and pulled their skirts high so that they showed bare skin above their panties. As the teacher went to the first girl, she pulled her panties well down her thighs. Going to the second girl, she did the same.
Ruth was ordered to bend over, gripping the edge of the teacher's desk, her skirt tossed over her back, her bared behind facing the class. The girl's legs were as far apart as her panties would permit, and Sandra was able to see her vulva, clearly.
Sandra got another shock then as the nun calmly opened the top of her habit and pulled it down. But for a black, lacy bra, she was naked to the waist. Sandra recalled sucking Grace's breasts during the birthday orgy and wished the nun would remove her bra so that her big beauties would swing and bounce while she strapped the girls.
Sister Grace laid the strap on well and Ruth's plump behind was soon covered with red streaks which welded to form an almost uniformly red surface. Her strapping finished, she was then obliged to walk all around the room, passing up and down each aisle with her skirt up and panties lowered so that the students could view her naked, red buttocks.
Sandra saw that from time to time, a student reached out to feel the red behind and decided she would do the same. When Ruth reached her desk, she caught her around the waist and gave her hot bottom a good rubbing.
"Sandra," the teacher snapped, "this is a classroom, not a bedroom. Your arse will be strapped for that when I finish with Ethel's."
"Yes, Sister," she replied, excited at the thought of showing her striped behind to the entire class to let them see how much she could take. "I'm sorry I broke the rule."
Picking up her wide leather strap, the nun began to spank Ethel who, in Sandra's opinion, was something of a sissy in that she cried and begged for mercy from the first slap of the leather and went on doing so all the way.
She continued crying as she paraded up and down the aisles. When she passed Sandra's desk, the girl was careful to merely pat her bum. Sandra found that it was very soft and guessed that was why she made such a fuss about having it strapped.
Without being called, Sandra got up and went to the front of the room where, with her back turned to the class, she pulled her skirt up. Her panties did not cover much of her behind and there were gasps of amazement as the girls saw the many streaks that had been put there the previous day by the Superior with her cane.
"She really gave you a dose, I see," Sister Grace commented as she took Sandra's panties down. "Was it last night? The marks still look very fresh."
"Yes," Sandra told her, wriggling her behind a little as the woman fondled it.
"If you wish, we can postpone your strapping for a couple of days."
"No thanks, Sister. After watching the other strappings, I'm kind of anxious to get a taste of it on my bum."
Sandra bent over and gripped the edge of the desk with her hands and, as the nun was arranging her skirt over her back, she turned to the right and saw the maintenance man outside in the hall. He was staring straight at her through the open door.
The thought of having him watch her being strapped and the sure knowledge of what it would do to his penis, caused her to wiggle her behind in anticipation. With a little grunt, Sister Grace delivered the first smack.
The leather curled around her bottom and made such an exciting sound that Sandra emitted a little groan of desire as she waited for the second slap to arrive with its exciting fire.
The sister had informed her that she would receive fifteen strokes of the strap. Only on the eleventh did she begin to cry, but she was crying nicely by the time the full fifteen had been lain on her tingling behind.
There were tears on her face as she walked through the room, keeping her red behind in rolling motion, her head held high with pride.
At one point, when she was close to the open door, Sandra paused and, standing with her feet wide apart, slipped a finger into her crotch and began to rub her clitoris.
"What on earth are you doing?" Sister Grace asked.
"Oh, that horny old man watched me getting my arse strapped and got himself a hard-on. I'm trying to make him go off in his pants."
"Why you brazen little bitch," the nun gasped as she fought back her smile while the class roared with laughter. "Get back over that desk and I'll give you ten more to teach you how to behave in a classroom."
With a shrug, Sandra returned to the woman's desk and bent over it. As she did, the sister went to the door and called the man into the room to observe the strapping more closely.
"Wow, she sure does have a nice bum, doesn't she?" he commented.
"It is a beauty all right and I'm glad you like it because I have a little surprise for you and her after I lay on ten more with the strap," she replied.
Taking up her position, the nun laid on the ten, then threw her strap onto the desk and turned to the man and felt the front of his pants.
"I'm glad to see you've got a bone-on," she told him as she opened his fly with an expert touch and took his penis out. "She wanted you to go off in your pants, but you're going to do it in hers instead."
"Great, you want me to fuck her?"
"Heaven's no. I want you to grab that big prick and jerk yourself off. Shoot cream all over her arse and be careful not to waste any."
"Okay, Sister, you're the boss, but I'd sure love to stick it up one of her holes, either one."
The man began masturbating then and it was not long before he was grunting and sagging at the knees as he aimed his spurting semen all over her lovely red behind. In addition to shooting on both cheeks, he aimed some of his juice into the top of her deep crack so that it could trickle down into the valley.
When he was drained, he rubbed the wet end of his limp penis on a hot, silken cheek, then stepped back. As he did, the nun hurriedly pulled Sandra's panties up around her, then ran her hand all over them, spreading the thick fluid and watching as it seeped through the clinging nylon.
"Now parade around the room and show the girls your wet panties," the sister told her, giving her a sharp smack on the bottom. "I think you're going to feel sticky for a while today."
"Thank you," she said to the man, "for pulling yourself and shooting your nice sticky cream all over my bum."
She began walking, proudly, then trembled with excitement as she displayed her lush thighs and wet panties to the class, wishing that there were males as well as females in the room to appreciate the sight.
When she finished her walk, Sandra went to the teacher's desk and asked for permission to leave the room.
"You're not thinking of taking your wet panties off, are you?" the sister asked.
"Oh, no, Sister," Sandra replied, "It's just that I'm so horny I'll die if I don't finger my cunt and have a good come."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, dear, we've wasted enough time already. Just go to your seat and rub yourself off there."
As the teacher began the delayed lesson, Sandra put her hand inside her panties, found her clitoris with a finger and masturbated to climax.
School isn't going to be so bad after all, Sandra thought.